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WE BEREAVED

By

HELEN KELLER

n

LESLIE FULENWIDER, INC.
PUBLISHERS NEW YORK

Copyright, 1929, by
Leslie Fulenwider, Inc.

PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

Suffering and death are the
great teachers of mankind.

PREFACE

I have received many letters from peo-
ple stricken with grief, and I have always
felt poignantly my helplessness before
their sorrow. My heart yearns to speak the
word that would soothe their anguish,
but how futile are words in the ears of
those who mourn.

I can only take their hands in mine and
pray that the love and sympathy in my
heart may overflow into theirs. I too have
loved and lost, I too must often fight hard
to keep a steadfast faith. When I fail to
hear the Divine Voice, grief overwhelms
me, my faith wavers, but I must not let it
go for without faith there would be no
light in all the world.

Faith lifts up shining arms and points
to a happier world where our loved ones
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PREFACE

await us. Faith in immortality broadens
the boundaries of our endeavors and
makes us feel that we have a part in God's
plan of good. It is a staff in our gropings,
a benign cup of encouragement.

When all about us is dark we have it
in our power to lift on high the torch of
faith whose beams shall sustain us until
the joy of perfect light dawns upon our
mortal day.

Helen Keller.

Forest Hilts,
New York.

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WE BEREAVED

We bereaved are not alone. We belong
to the largest company in all the world —
the company of those who have known
suffering. When it seems that our sorrow
is too great to be borne, let us think of the
great family of the heavy-hearted into
which our grief has given us entrance,
and, inevitably, we will feel about us their
arms, their sympathy, their under-
standing.

# # #

Believe, when you are most unhappy,
that there is something for you to do in
the world. So long as you can sweeten an-
other's pain, life is not in vain.

[ 1 ]

WE BEREAVED

What we have once enjoyed we can
never lose. A sunset, a mountain bathed
in moonlight, the ocean in calm and in
storm — we see these, love their beauty,
hold the vision to our hearts. All that we
love deeply becomes a part of us. Our be-
loved ones are no more lost to us when
they die than if they were still laughing
and loving and working and playing at
our side. Truly, life is overlord of Death
and Love can never lose its own.

# # #

Vainly the tortured soul gropes in
darkness for a Reason. Bereavement has
come; life is lonely and bitter, and almost
too terrible to be endured. Abraham Lin-
coln, when his little son died in his arms,
said: "The Almighty has His own pur-
poses/'

[ 2 ]

WE BEREAVED

"Those who struggle can never learn
to float; they must relinquish themselves
utterly to the mercy of the water, relax
every muscle, be trustful of the element to
which they give themselves/' Thus said
a teacher of swimming to his pupils* It is
so with Eternal Love. In times of trouble
if we resist and beat against the waves of
misfortune we sink and are swallowed up
in darkness unutterable. But if we trust,
and if we relinquish our own will, and
yield to the Divine will, then we find that
we are afloat on a buoyant sea of peace
and under us are the everlasting arms*

# # #

New sorrows teach new courage. Time
makes the bitterest pain to "blossom like
Aaron's rod with flowers/'
[3]

WE BEREAVED

It is possible to diminish suffering by
resolutely drawing sweetness from the
memory of past happiness. Montaigne
said: "I have a peculiar method of my
own; I pass over my time when it is ill
and uneasy, but when it is good I shall
not pass it over/' Life would be happier
for all of us if we hurried over the ill
stretches and lingered long upon the good.

# # *

Death comes to those we love, and it
seems impossible that in the face of our
dark grief, the sun should shine, birds
should sing, men and women should go
on laughing and living, and treading all
the multitudinous sunny paths of normal
life. But, before grief came upon us, we
lived and laughed while others sorrowed,
and hard as it is to believe, we shall live
and laugh again. For that is the way of
life.

[4]

WE BEREAVED

"Tomorrow!" What possibilities there
are in that word. No matter how discour-
aging today, how gloomy with dark
clouds, with terrors and illness and death,
there's always Tomorrow, with its
promise of better things. Let us think then
of Death as but one more tomorrow, filled
with infinite promise and fulfillment.

# # #

On these chill autumn days we wander
along the highroads and byways, or
through the God-painted forests. We re-
turn at last, cold and weary, to our own
home, and find warmth and comfort be-
fore a blazing fire on our own hearth. So
in life, we wander until we are cold and
weary, and at last find warmth and rest
before the peacefully glowing flame of
Eternity, for: Death is the hearthstone of
Life.

[5]

WE BEREAVED

Diogenes tells us that when Zeno was
asked what a friend was, he answered:
"Another V* Truly, a friend is another
self. When he dies, it seems that we have
died as well, but, conversely, the friend
who is our "other I" still lives in us, and
in living nobly we are continuing his life
here.

# # #

It is necessary for the endurableness of
life that we should believe that the un-
certainty, the darkness in which we are
struggling, shall one day be illumined
by the light of solution; and even now
we possess signs and traces of the knowl-
edge which shall come when we see that
Light face to face.

[6]

WE BEREAVED

In our excess of grief and bitterness, we
feel that the hand of God is against us*
We look round the happy circle of our
friends and it seems to us that we are the
only ones bereaved; the only ones to
whom has come this terrible emptiness,
this dark void of loneliness. When this
thought overwhelms us, it is well to re-
member that we are not alone in our
sorrow, that

4 'There is no flock, however watched and
tended,
But one dead lamb is there.
There is no fireside, howsoe'r defended,
But has one vacant chair/'

* * *

In the Valley of the Shadow God's
Love still lights the way. Though my eyes
be blind with tears, I clasp God's guiding
Hand, knowing that He is Lord of the
night as of the day.

[7]

WE BEREAVED

In the first dark hours of our grief there
is no comfort in all the world for us* The
anxious efforts of our friends to console
us seem an intrusion, "Leave us alone,"
we cry in our hearts; "leave us alone with
our sorrow. That is the only precious
thing left to us/' But when our friends
depart how quickly we change, how we
creep to the side of some trusted loved one
and reach out wistful hands for affection
and understanding. Life is like that. Be-
reaved though we are, we are not ghosts,
but living, breathing human beings, vi-
brant and eager for contact with our kind.
And that is as it should be. God has taken
away the beloved and left us here for some
purpose. There is work to be done and
people to be loved and helped. No normal
human being can live with shadows.

# # #

It is necessary to pass through deep
waters to reach the Shore of Fulfillment.

[8]

WE BEREAVED

"Our friend and we were invited
abroad on a party of pleasure, which is to
last forever. His chair was ready first, and
he has gone before us. We could not all
conveniently start together; and why
should you and I be grieved at this, since
we are soon to follow, and know where
to find him." Benjamin Franklin wrote
these words concerning death, and they
seem to me very beautifuL

# * *

We invite needless suffering when we
entertain an exaggerated idea of our own
suffering. Why should we be spared the
chastening rod which all mortals pass
under? Instead of comparing our lot with
that of those who are more fortunate than
we are, we should compare it with the lot
of the great majority of our fellowmen.
It then appears that we are among the
privileged.

[9]

WE BEREAVED

A little boat with sails like snowy
wings sailed out of the harbor. The sea
was gray and menacing, the sky was
darkened by threatening clouds. "It will
be an evil day/' said those who beheld
the little ship and its going. "See how
dark it is!" But the little ship sailed on,
and there, in the open sea, suddenly it
passed the region of storm, and the sun
beamed brightly upon its sails, turning
them to silver. And all about the little
ship flowed waters that were blue and
gold, with dancing lights. So the little
spirit which departs in darkness amid
sighs and tears and regrettings, finds,
despite all the terrors of those who stay
behind, its haven of sunshine and joy*

# # #

It is not so wretched to suffer loss as
not to be capable of enduring it.
[ 10]

WE BEREAVED

Our beloved ones have not "gone to a
far country/' it is only the veil of sense
that separates them from us, and even that
veil grows thin when our thoughts reach
out to them.

* * *

"There's so little I can say/' This is
often said in apology by friends. If they
but knew that any words — the most beau-
tiful — are an intrusion at such a time, and
that the truest sympathy comes with the
warm close handclasp.

% # #

He who travels the hazardous road of
misfortune courageously, leaves it strewn
with sweet flowers of consolation for
others.

tin

WE BEREAVED

When I was a young girl at college I
wrote my creed thus: "I believe in God, I
believe in Man, I believe in the power of
the spirit, I believe it is a sacred duty to
encourage ourselves and others; to hold
the tongue from any unhappy word
against God's world, because no man has
any right to complain of a universe which
God made good, and which thousands of
men have striven to keep good/' It is
many years since I wrote these words, and
I have suffered many a bereavement and
many a sorrow, but I see no reason to
change my creed. Any human being who
believes in God, in Man, and in the spirit
is fundamentally, I think, an optimist. No
matter what pain comes to him, he knows
that good is the dominant power of the
universe and feels himself surrounded by
it and by God's love*

[12]

WE BEREAVED

"What shall I do with all the hours and
days that must be lived ere I see thy face
again V So we mourn in our hearts as the
empty hours, days, and years stretch
before us darkly. But in the very nature
of things life is not desolate. We must
eat and sleep and find for ourselves a
living. Surely and inevitably life makes
its demands upon us. No man is left alone
with his grief for long. Gradually the
little joys come creeping in, and though
the lost dear one is not forgotten, the days
and years until he is once more found are
never empty, but vital and full of en-
deavor*

* * #

Is there not comfort for us in the
thought that our departed dear ones have
entered a broader field of usefulness than
was possible for them here on earth?
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WE BEREAVED

Life without faith is uneasy, timorous,
and wholly spent in running away from
misfortunes which are in the nature of
things inescapable.

* * *

My friend has long since gone into the
Light; but his presence, loved and fa-
miliar, walks noiseless by my side, his
guiding hand in mine.

# # #

There is a Christmas story of a be-
reaved mother whose tears fell so long,
they dimmed the candle of joy her little
one held in his hand. Let us resolve that
our grief shall not cast a shadow upon the
happiness of our loved ones*
[ H ]

WE BEREAVED

Maria Mitchell, America's first woman
astronomer, wrote in her diary on De-
cember 26, 1854: "We know a few things
which were once hidden, and being known
they seem easy, but there are the flashing
of the Northern Lights; there are the star-
tling comets whose use is all unknown;
there are the bright and flickering variable
stars, and the meteoric showers — for all of
these the reasons are as clear as for the suc-
cession of day and night; they lie just be-
yond the daily mist of our minds, but our
eyes have not yet pierced through it." So
I think it is with pain and separation. The
reasons for them are as clear as the reasons
for the succession of day and night, but
our spiritual eyes have not yet pierced the
mist which is upon us.

# # #

The more we dwell on the happy state
of our dear departed ones, the closer we
shall be to them.

[ 15]

WE BEREAVED

Sometimes it is well not to think. The
mind mills over and over again its eternal
problems of Why and When and Where.
"Why" am I made thus to suffer?
"When" shall I see my dear one again?
"Where" is he, now that he is lost to me?
It is well to remember at such a time with
Cardinal Newman: "It is thy very energy
of thought which keeps thee from thy
God." Cease thinking, questioning, won-
dering; relax on the bosom of faith, and
faith will not betray you*

* # *

It is because our loved ones are in the
Sun, and we in the shadow, that we do
not see each other.

[16]

WE BEREAVED

If your faith burns strong and bright,
others will light their candle at it.

# # #

All the aeons and aeons of time before
we were born, before the spirit awoke to
its present consciousness — where were we
then? All the aeons and aeons of time after
we are dead, after the spirit has sunk again
to sleep from its present consciousness,
where then shall we be? Vain questions;
vain wondering. But if the spirit is eternal,
we have no more reason to dread the fu-
ture of the spirit than to shudder at its
past. Rather, it is better to consider this,
our life, merely as "a gleam of time be-
tween two Eternities/' and to believe that
most of the truth, most of the beauty,
most of the real splendor and fulfillment
lies rather in those eternities than in the
here-and-now.

[ 17]

WE BEREAVED

There is beauty in Benjamin Franklin's
self -written epitaph. Here it is:

"The body of Benjamin Franklin,
Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its
contents torn out and stripped of its let-
tering and gilding) lies here, food for
worms. Yet the work itself shall not be
lost, for it will (as he believes) appear
once more in a new and more beautiful
Edition, corrected and amended by the
Author/'

# # #

They tell me that a flash of lightning
reveals everything within the range of
vision clearly for an instant Death is the
penetrating flash that illumines the spirit-
world which material existence veils from
us in our happier hours,
[18]

WE BEREAVED

"God is, and all is well/* If only we
could — and would — remember this in
time of sorrow and bereavement, we
would find the peace that passeth under-
standing.

# * #

Surely we would not weep if some be-
loved friend had the good fortune to move
from a humble and uncomfortable house
to a mansion into which the sunlight
streamed, and whose grounds are a never-
ending maze of beauty and wonder and
delight* We would say that that was a for-
tunate friend, and, a bit wistfully, we
would look forward to the time when we
too might leave the burden of our daily
tasks and join him in his house of beauty
and light*

[19]

WE BEREAVED

I am blind and have never seen a rain-
bow, but I have been told of its beauty.
I know that its beauty is always broken
and incomplete. Never does it stretch
across the heavens in full perfection. So
it is with all things as we know them here
below. Life itself is as imperfect and
broken for everyone of us as the span of
a rainbow. Not until we have taken the
step from life into Eternity, shall we un-
derstand the meaning of Browning's
words: "On the earth, the broken arc;
in heaven, a perfect round/'

# # #

Remember that in the Country where
your loved ones have gone, the things that
were impossible here become glorious
realities.

[20]

WE BEREAVED

Back in the seventeenth century,
Thomas Fuller wrote: "He was one of
lean body and visage, as if his eager soul,
biting for anger at the clog of his body,
desired to fret a passage through it/' And
so it is with us. We mourn, when they are
gone, for that lost "clog of a body" as
though that were the great, the vital, the
beautiful thing, forgetting that the eager
soul liberated now, has come into its own
as gloriously as a man long shackled in a
prison cell, when once again he walks
free in God's glorious sunshine.

• *

As the fruit is the essence of the tree, so
sympathy is the essence distilled from
pain.

[21 ]

WE BEREAVED

In the presence of suffering and death
we cry in the bitterness of our hearts,
"Why cannot we cast it out?" Listen, ye
that mourn, and ye shall hear the wonder-
ful answer from Matthew 17:20: "Be-
cause of your unbelief: for verily I say
unto you, if ye have faith as a grain of
mustard seed, ye shall say unto this moun-
tain, Remove hence to yonder place; and
it shall remove; and nothing shall be im-
possible unto you/'

* * *

Sorrow is like the quieting caress of the
dark. It veils the too glaring light of ma-
terial day, and lets our minds behold the
spiritual stars the sun hid from us.
[22]

WE BEREAVED

When one door of happiness closes, an-
other opens; but often we look so long
at the closed door that we do not see the
one which has been opened for us*

# # #

This from Plutarch: "Diogenes, the
cynic, when, a little before death, he fell
into a slumber, and his physician rousing
him out of it asking whether anything
ailed him, answered: 'Nothing, sir; only
one brother anticipates another: Sleep
before Death/ " It is well to look upon
Death in this friendly, everyday way.
Sleep we welcome every night, knowing
from experience that there is nothing to
fear. Then why should we fear the com-
ing of our other Brother — Death?
[ 23 ]

WE BEREAVED

A father, who had lost a beloved child,
could not bear the companionship of his
fellowmen, and turned to wood and field
for solace accompanied only by his dog.
His friends attempted to dissuade him
from this course, but they were wrong.
Gradually healing came to his spirit,
breathed to him in silent understanding
of trees, of grass, of sky, of his faithful
canine friend. Thus we are taught that
each of us who are in pain and sorrow
must seek consolation after his own man-
ner, and seeking, shall find it.

# # #

Death cannot separate those who truly
love. Each lives in the other s mind and
speech.

[24]

WE BEREAVED

"It lies around us like a cloud,
A world we do not see;
Yet the sweet closing of an eye,
May bring us there to be/'

Harriet Beecher Stowe, author of
"Uncle Tom's Cabin/' had a beautiful
faith in the after-life. She wrote the above
lines and believed them. A sweet sincerity,
a child-like belief, rings in every word.

* # #

Earth-life cannot appease the soul's
hunger. It is Death that flings wide the
portals of eternal life. Released by death,
the soul sheds its drab covering to don the
radiant robe of immortality.

[ 25 ]

WE BEREAVED

Never should the evening of life, any
more than the evening of a single day,
be thought of with fear. For evening is a
time for home-coming, and of peace. We
should say, as Tagore said: "The evening
sky to me is like a window, and a lighted
lamp, and a waiting behind it." "A
lighted lamp and a waiting behind it" —
there is a comforting, a beautiful certainty
and serenity in those words.

# # #

There are moments when the veil be-
tween us and the spiritual world lifts, and
we behold our Heavenly home in sudden
light. The open door, the smiling faces
of our dear ones, birds twittering in the
trees, the sweet keen smell of grass and
flowers, the sound of happy voices — all
yield their delight once more.

[26]

WE BEREAVED

"Bon voyage/' call those who stay be-
hind, to their friends who are departing
for foreign lands. Cheerfully they face the
separation as the water widens between
them and those they love. Why can it
not be just so when those whom we love
have gone upon that last long voyage of
death? The answer will be: "Because this
is a parting for all eternity. There is no
returning from the country to which these
lost dear ones have turned their faces/'
Only those who have faith know the
truth: "for those who live with God there
is no last meeting/'

* * *

I believe in the goodness of life, in the
recreative power of the spirit, in the en-
nobling possibilities of suffering.
[27]

WE BEREAVED

It is an encouraging thought that how-
ever difficult life may be, we are not living
it alone, that above and beneath and
around us are the resources of the Eternal
Spirit*

# # #

"Drawing near her death, she sent most
pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven;
and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness
through the chinks of her sickness-broken
body/' So said Thomas Fuller in his "Life
of Monica/' Is it not selfish and cruel to
want to keep with us those who suffer?
For, after all, their worn bodies are but
as prison cells, through which they see
wistfully and longingly, as did Monica,
"a glimpse of happiness/'
[ 28 ]

WE BEREAVED

It is a day bright with sunshine. Then,
from somewhere, unexpected, comes a veil
of mist and then another, until the face
of the sun is hid from us, and all is dark
before our eyes. Yet we never doubt for
a moment the sun is still there. Some poet
has said that Life itself is "A wisp of fog
between us and the sun/* I think that is
true; I think that we — that the spirit-part
of us — -is eternal, that the Sun of true love
and happiness is eternal, and that life,
with its hurry, its bustle, its materialism,
comes between us and the Sun, like a wisp
of fog, a veiling cloud*

# # #

Death is not the end. "In our embers is
something that doth live that nature yet
remembers/'

[29]

WE BEREAVED

Experiencing a great sorrow is like en-
tering a cave. We are overwhelmed by the
darkness, the loneliness, the homesickness.
Sad thoughts, like bats, flutter about us in
the gloom. We feel that there is no escape
from the prison-house of pain. But God in
His Loving-kindness has set on the invis-
ible wall the Lamp of Faith — whose
beams shall guide us back to the sunlit
world where work and friends and service
await us.

* * #

"From the voiceless lips of the unreply-
ing dead there comes no word, but in the
night of Death, Hope sees a star and lis-
tening love can hear the rustling of a
wing/' Thus spoke Robert G. Ingersoll,
the agnostic, at his brother's grave.
[ 30 ]

WE BEREAVED

A brave faith is the only bridge over
which the feet of our loved ones may
cross to us*

* * *

Robbed of joy, of courage, of the very
desire to live, the newly-bereaved fre-
quently avoids companionship, feeling
himself so limp with misery and so empty
of vitality that he is ill suited for human
contacts- And yet no one is so bereaved,
so miserable, that he cannot find someone
else to succor, someone who needs friend-
ship, understanding, and courage more
than he. The unselfish effort to bring
cheer to others will be the beginning of a
happier life for ourselves.

[31]

WE BEREAVED

'Tear/* it has been said, "can only be
cured by vision/' Especially is this true
of the fear of death. We fear death for
ourselves and for those who are dear to
us. Could we but trust to that Inner
Vision which is of the spirit, we would
know that there is nothing to fear — that
Eternal goodness and love enfolds us in
Death as in Life.

* * *

We think too much of the darkness
of night and too little of the stars that
shine in it. So with Death; we think too
much of its blackness, and too little of
the bright star of Immortality which robs
it of its terrors*

[32]

WE BEREAVED

Often the thoughts of great men run
parallel. Robert Louis Stevenson says:
"To believe in immortality is one thing,
but it is first needful to believe in life/'
And Henry Van Dyke says: "There is
only one way to get ready for immortal-
ity, and that is to love this life, and live
it as bravely and faithfully and cheerfully
as we can/' We should not mourn for
those who have lived nobly, but should
look upon their having thus lived as the
most splendid and beautiful Preparation
for the Life into which they have now
entered.

• * *

Often the death of a beloved friend
educates us. The only way to match our
strength with Death is to believe that life
is eternal.

[33]

WE BEREAVED

''Everybody's lonesome/'* That was the
title of a story once read to me. How true
it is! Everyone, no matter how surrounded
by friends and loved ones, has periods of
loneliness; loneliness for he knows not
what. We, the living, should not think of
the dead as lonely because if they could
speak to us, they would say: "Do not
weep for me, Earth was not my true coun-
try, I was an alien there; I am now at
home where everyone comes in his turn/'

# # #

Life is everlasting, and the living spirit
moves always upward toward the road
to perfection. Life on earth is only one
phase of the universal life. Then why are
we terrified by Death which is only a
milepost on the journey toward perfect
and eternal life?

[34]

WE BEREAVED

"And God shall wipe away all tears
from their eyes; and there shall be no
more death, neither sorrow, nor crying,
neither shall there be any more pain, for
the former things are passed away/' In
Revelation 21:4 come these words, and to
the lonely and bereft they are as cool rain
falling on parched flowers.

# # #

They are wise who perceive that Spirit
is stronger than Material force— thought
rules the world. Confronted by the seem-
ing fact of material death we can learn to
see that the surviving spirit is stronger
than the force that has taken from us the
body of our loved one. As long as our
dear one lives in our thought he is not
dead.

[35]

WE BEREAVED

Rebellion, anguish, doubt ; the unceas-
ing questioning as to why this sorrow had
to come, and what the future holds of
reunion and joy and love! If only we
would remember that "whatsoever there
is to know, that shall we know some
day/* how soothed and happy we should
be. Those who have gone before already
know and are waiting behind the veil of
Eternity, to whisper to us, when we join
them, the beautiful secret of Life and
Death.

» * *

The spiritual world enfolds in its ample
bosom all the visible world. Our earth-
home is merely a perceptible point. Here
we play with shadows; there we live the
reality.

[ 36 ]

WE BEREAVED

Hourly, daily, we rebel against pain.
It seems that we, the bereaved, are the
most deeply afflicted of all God's children.
We wonder why this anguish has come to
us, and unceasingly we weep. But if we
only have the strength to bear our sorrow,
we will find in the end that by it we are
spiritually ennobled; that ' pain is no evil
unless it conquers us/'

* # #

Often when the heart is torn with sor-
row, spiritually we wander like a traveler
lost in a deep wood. We grow frightened,
lose all sense of direction, batter ourselves
against trees and rocks in our attempt to
find a path. All the while there is a path —
the path of Faith — that leads straight out
of the dense tangle of our difficulties into
the open road we are seeking.

[ 37 ]

WE BEREAVED

Let us not weep for those who have
gone away when their lives were at full
bloom and beauty* Who are we that we
should mourn them and wish them back?
Life at its every stage is good, but who
shall say whether those who die in the
splendor of their prime are not fortunate
to have known no abatement, no dulling
of the flame by ash, no slow fading of
life's perfect flower.

nr ^ ^

Doubt not that thy dear one lives im-
mortally in Paradise, with bright angels
for companions and high tasks for accom-
plishment.

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WE BEREAVED

Spring and autumn ; seedtime and har-
vest; rain and sun; winter s cold and sum-
mer s heat — everything changes. Observ-
ing the transience of all things, why
should we dwell on the ultimateness of
death? Why should we not face life and
death alike, unafraid?

# # #

For three things I thank God every
day of my life — that he has vouchsafed
me knowledge of His Works, deep thanks
that He has set in my darkness the lamp
of faith, deep, deepest thanks that I have
another life to look forward to — a life
joyous with light and flowers and heav-
enly song*

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